CC POV:
CC wasn't in a mood to talk. He didn't get enough sleep, so he stayed awake for hours. The random thoughts kept saying the same name over and over again. William Afton, William Afton.
CC doesn't know what the name meant to him. Some memory was building inside of him.
Flashback:
CC kept tugging someone shoulder, till a man lift him up.
" What now?" The man sighed impatiently.
CC looked at his tired eyes and shut his mouth. He can't bear this.
" Well, what? Talk, brat" The man said coldly.
CC still kept silent.
" I think he felt scared. That's the problem he wouldn't talk" A gentle, woman's voice said, hands taking away from man.
" Ain't such a thing" Man growled.
" It is such a thing" The woman voice shot back, gently, " Or maybe he felt sympathy for you"
" No one had shown me sympathy over the past years"
" Aww, my lovely, lonely man" The woman said, kissing the man on a cheek. The gesture surprised him, taking his lips to woman's mouth.
CC couldn't help but smile.
" See, he need love around "
" Whatever"
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CC kept smiling at the memory, not letting it go. All of his memories often are darker that his life, but this one..... this one brings hope. Maybe even love.
Sometime later, his mom shouted his name. Or maybe not name. CC didn't know his real name, only that his mother called him CC. For them, it is a nickname, but for him, it is memory. Max said that his name meant Crying Child mostly because he cried when he was young, but his mom said Criminal Child. CC most likely be Criminal Child now, that the Crying Child then. Mostly because CC stole guns that kind of thing. CC liked guns and such stuff. He found them fascinating to see and touch. He never fired the gun at someone, so his family don't need to worry about that. Though sometimes he wants to shot Max.
CC gets up, changes the clothes, and walked down. He saw his father reading the newspaper, as always. His mom is cooking the meal, no sigh of Alex or Max. CC turned to his father, finding that he is reading the new newspaper, only murmuring to himself, loud enough that the God could hear.
" The founders of Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria and its animatronics are adding new entertainment as new arcade games to new monkey bars (it's all I could think about). Hmmm, not interesting"
" Keep reading" CC said short.
" Wow. Never realized that one of my sons would be interested in newspaper. Okay, what article?"
" The founder of Five nights at Freddy's.......William Afton" CC nearly chocked at the name. He doesn't know why the name bought him shivering.
" Okay, now where's that. OH! here" CC's father said " William Afton, one of the founders of Fnaf pizzeria, is a 37-years-old man who lives i-"
" BREAKFAST SERVED!" His mother shouted excitedly.
" Goodly" His father said, kissing his mother in cheek.
CC finished his eggs and bacon and walked outside. He took his skateboard to skate-park. The skate-park isn't that popular, but you can find some cool dudes and girls to hang out. Girls sometimes flirt with dudes, but they often talking about news or some other girls. CC doesn't know why they're hanging around, most of dudes ignoring them.
When he finally reached the park, the girls are here, talking about their little sisters.
" You know, my sister is so bratty, she gets everything!"
" Like the new Barbie doll house?"
" No. She got a free ticket to talk with Bonnie"
" Bonnie?"
" OMG! You don't know Bonnie? Don't ever talk with me!"
" Who's Bonnie?!" The girl repeated again. CC knows her as Shella.
" It's one of FNAF animatronics!" The same girl said.
" Ah, like the animals-robots some dudes make?"
" Yeah. I think the names are William Afton and Henry Emilly?"
" Yeah." The girl said then whispered, " Don't you think that Mr. Afton looks like one of the guys who comes here to do skates?"
" Hmmmm, yeah."'
CC started to do some tricks on skateboard, till one of the girls, CC thinks name's Dori, saw him.
" Oooooh, a boy finally"
" I'm not interested in you, Dori" CC said.
" I'm not flirting with you"
" Yeah, yeah. All of you saying that." CC shot back.
" You know, you looked like a dude from a newspaper. What's his name ,Willy or Aftona?"
" William Afton? I know the man." CC looked at her.
" Yeah. He has icy-blue eyes like you." Dori looked like she discovered a secret message.
" Whatever."
" You know, sometimes people can be related and don't know it, yet" Dori murmured.
" Ah, come'n. I'm not related to the dude"
" But-"
" But sometimes, people could talk non-sense without realizing it" CC said sternly.
But something bugging him. A letter.
Flashback:
CC is again, in the basement, looking for his Freadbear friend, when he found something folded neatly in one of the boxes called trash. Curiosity is taking CC, as he grabbed the letter and read to himself.
Dear people who live in this house,
Please take care of the child that has been bought to you. His mother died and I can't take care of him anymore. He wouldn't be trouble (mostly) in your house, he's a good kid. Please take care of him. I need him to be.........a happy child with a happy future. Please...
Your best wishes,
WA
CC read the note 1000 times, before drop of water spilled on a note. CC kicked the box with frustration.
Fathers on paper are caring. Fathers on paper are good.
So, most of the chapter is sad.
I don't know how I came up to this.
Anyway, wish ya all have a great day.
SIBRI
